The woman was strange looking, almost cartoonish. She stood a few feet in front of me with an oversized shopping cart, her daughter in a matching purple sweat suit by her side. The line to the register had been overwhelming at the Astor Place K-mart electronics department. It stretched 20 people long, the end reaching into the men’s underwear aisle.
In my hands was my single purchase, a 10-pack of DVD covers to package and send off my editing reel. The woman’s shopping cart was full. Read more
“I’m not getting sick,” my brain said last night when I got home. “No way, it’s not happening. I have too much stuff to do tomorrow; honestly, I just don’t have the time.”
My body wasn’t so sure. “The thing is there’s this tickle...”
“A tickle?” my brain interrupted.
“Yes, a tickle. It’s right there in the back of our throat. It’s the kind of tickle that just might turn itself into a little problem. Tomorrow, it could be a sore throat, then a cough, then who knows. I’ve seen this type of thing before.” Read more
As of last Sunday, I’ve lived in New York City for 10 years; that’s almost exactly one third of my lifetime.
I knew it basically to the day. I knew it because the kids and parents were lined up around Rubin Hall on Fifth Avenue and 10th Street last Sunday for NYU’s move-in day. That was me 10 years ago; literally, I stood in that line. Read more
Colin and I are at Home Depot picking up some art supplies for our upcoming shoot. We are in Galveston, TX for 10 days shooting reenactments and interviews for the documentary I’ve been working on. I am enjoying the break from the editing room and dabbling in the art department.
It’s obvious to the local cashier when we get to the front of the line that we aren’t from the area. She is very warm and friendly.
“What are you doing in Galveston?” she asks. We pause, unsure exactly how to answer. Many people in Galveston are not fond of recounting this dark memory. Read more
Over the years, I’ve edited a dozen or so music videos. I’ve always enjoyed working on them. Fitting the shots together to an already existing song is great fun. The song acts as a guide and a base to start from and the images almost always add something unexpected and exciting. You start to hear the song in a different and new way. It works a different side of my brain than editing a narrative film or documentary. Read more
I bought a Yankee cap before the game last weekend and wore it on my first trip to the new stadium. It seemed fitting. Looking around the crowd, there were more people in hats than not. It was a great afternoon game. Sold out crowd. Shady seats. A couple of home runs. The Yankees won. Couldn’t have gotten much better. After the game I slipped the Yankee cap on a door handle and wondered whether I’d wear it ever again. Read more
There’s a very metaphorically patriotic debate going on in Narrowsburg over the effect of the fireworks on the local bald eagles. There is a nest on the flats and two out of the last three years, it seems the July 4th fireworks have caused eagles to fall from the nests. It’s basically the bald eagle (federally protected and national mascot) versus the fireworks (beautiful patriotic tradition of exploding lights and loud noises). The only way it could get any more patriotic would be to add the good old stars and stripes into the mix somehow. Read more
Today is still yesterday and tomorrow didn’t happen yet. It’s true. See, I got to work about 24 hours ago. I’ve been up all night, working on a video presentation that my boss is going to give in a few hours. Read more
Last Friday, some friends and I got together at Mel’s house and all cooked a meal. Everyone prepared a different dish. My friend Josh came up with the idea as a way for all of us to hang out and also because he wants to learn more about cooking. I was excited to see everyone and a little nervous about the cooking. Read more
I have been waiting to find out if I was going to get this amazing editing mentorship with Walter Murch for the past five months. I found out that I was nominated in late 2011 for the Rolex Mentor and Protégé Arts Initiative. There was a very extensive application process that included multiple essays, a video, numerous copies of my work and assorted references.
I’m not sure how many people were nominated but I found out in March that I was one of four finalists. It was an amazing honor and also meant that I would be meeting Mr. Murch himself as he would make the final decision. Read more